Baker's Recipe: Best Laid Plans

Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry

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#23 of Tik Tik in the Big City

Tik Tik finally gets some alone time with Baker, and the former Trapsmith has an up-close and personal look at all the things that make this construct tick.

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Trapmaker--that's the title I've held back in the Dragon's Heir tribe. That position allowed me to become intimate with the workings of the mechanical marvels that we kobolds have innovated to protect our home. So great was our mastery, that we eventually learned that there was more to utility than knowing how a lever works or understanding what pointy sticks dealt the best damage to adventurers. We were called crafts-makers, but the truth of the matter is that we are artists.

After all, we needed to paint the walls to make them appear natural. The canniest of adventurers can spot a pit trap, but it requires a master's stroke to hide the second pit trap with the proper paint and rocky texture. So, when I encounter a master's work, I know it immediately.

Baker is truly a master's work. Constructs are spoken about in some of the writings I have read, but I had never seen one so beautifully crafted. When he lifted me in his arms, it was so much like when others have, yet with the added benefit of that wood finish, the joints clicking ever-so-slightly, and the smooth, polished surface, free of the bumps and imperfections that adorn even the most beautiful of organic beings.

Baker took me to the back and up the stairs. Along the way, the finely-articulated fingers stroked down and up along my tail, and his smooth, featureless face rubbed up against my neck. Despite the lack of lips, the tingle of Eshere's slime does enough to emulate little kisses along my scales.

Before I knew it, we were in a bedroom, unused and straightforward. Yet immaculate. "You clean well," I sighed, placed upon the bed with tender care.

"I want to make sure my guests are well-accommodated," he responded, running hands up along my body and pushing me down by the shoulders. "Now, then, darling. Let me show you my other skills."

His fingers brushed along my cheek and down along my neck. He lingers there a moment before continuing downwards. He stood up his hand like a tiny man, and he walked it down my form, doing dainty little kicks and skips on its journey downward. It was a lot to hold back from that, but I couldn't help myself. I laughed. "What doing?"

"Enjoying a little artistry," he said. "Mistress never cared to-" he stopped. "Nevermind, here..." He kept the hand's dance down along my body, letting the wrist twirl around thoroughly, marking its way to my pelvis. There, it relaxes, crossing one finger over the other, and then wiping the 'sweat' from its brow.

"That it?" I asked, cooing at him. "Seem like journey not done yet."

"The trip has been long, but the little guy's finally gotten to his destination," Baker scooted down, getting onto his knees at the foot of the bed. There, he had his other hand play up and down along my leg lazily. His traveling fingers brushed downward, making their way to my slit. "So, if you are to make an egg... where does it come from? From here?"

I closed my eyes, ready to give him a lesson, even as he teased me. "Y... yes, good Baker," I sighed. "It from there. But... how know?"

"Function and artistry, darling," Baker said, pushing himself back up. He crawled up onto the bed, his body contorting at every joint until his face and one hand were up at my own face, and his other hand remained between my legs, twisting so his fingers lined up with the shape of my slit.

He brushes his fingers over my snout, teasing up my gums and over my teeth "The mouth... one can use for kisses, but it is for food and speaking." He then traveled back up along my jaw. The ears, they are for listening, yet they can hear the sizzling and boiling on the stove." The fingers went down again, this time, tracing the heart-shape of my snout. "The nose can smell for danger, yet it enhances the flavor of food. The little hole in the back..." his fingers stroke me down from my slit and I squeak. "Well, that's there in humans for waste disposal, but people can use it for fun... but up here..." he moved his fingers back up to my sex, wiggling them, teasing the lips open. "There must be something it's used for, if not just for fun."

I blow out a sigh through my nose, my whole body shaking. There I was, thinking I could analyze this construct's build, yet I was the one in Baker's hands--the one being investigated by a curious creature.

"So... smart," I sighed. "How?"

"You really want to talk now, darling?" he asked. "I think it's time we try to get what I brought you here for."

I rolled my eyes. "Eggs? No easy. Must be really fun sexy. Must think have man inside me."

"Is that so...?" he asked. "How about this?" he asked, pushing those fingers, three of them into my slit. His human-sized hand stretched me out, and that was even before the thumb ran up along the lips, finding my clitoris.

I slid my tongue along the roof of my mouth, letting the huff of delight escape from my throat. Baker is gentle, slow, methodical. There's a purpose to his ministrations, and yet, he gives me the slow, deliberate touch of a lover at the same time. "F... form... and... and function..." I sigh. "So wonderful..."

"If only," he whispers, twisting his fingers horizontally, spreading me out further. "Will you make for me what I desire, Tik Tik?" He curled his fingers upwards, and I groaned, that stuffing much more pronounced without magic to mitigate the size.

"I... It might take awhile..." I responded, truthfully. It had been a while since my last laying, and deep down, I know that something was brewing deep within me. My heightened need for laying an egg was there, yet nature could only work so fast.

That's when the little voice in my head piped up, whispering a sweet, tantalizing promise to my ear. "I can give him and you exactly what you want..."

"N... no..." I gasped.

He stopped, pulling his hand out and resting it upon my thighs. "I'm sorry... did I?"

Gasping, I pushed myself up. "No-no, Baker great!" Tik Tik said. "But... dangerous," I replied.

"I'm... not sure I follow, Darling."

"Come on..." the diabolic voice said, nipping at the back of my consciousness. "I don't have any power over you, but I can make things more interesting while I'm still here..."